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Meek Mill

Big Stunna

 

Big Stunna

(album: Flamerz 5 - 2022)


Takeoff, Takeoff
Takeoff, Takeoff, Takeoff
Takeoff, Takeoff
Takeoff, Takeoff, Takeoff
(DJ Durel)
Rest in peace my nigga Takeoff
Yeah, 'cause

I told niggas I jump out them jacks, suppose that I'm foreigned by stats, let's get it
I had to earn they respect, they hating the more that I flex, they tripping
I guess they go to the jets, all my young boys threats, they drilling
Niggas can't copy my neck, it's OG, know we erect, we killing
Step up your game or lose your bitch, you better hope we don't choose your bitch
I'm in my bag, got all of my bitches out here, tryna figure out who she with
Love me to death, do whatever I tell her, I fuck her and turn her a lunatic
Jumped off the yacht, then I ran to the chopper, I'm living my life with some movie shit, yeah
Big stunner, I say, yeah, free Gunna
I say, yeah, free Thugger, whoever killed Takeoff, he a sucker
Too many shots off in this Glock to be 'round niggas, that's mean mugging
Light Benz black, I'm from O'Block, 'cause this new sticker three-hundred, yeah
Hold on, wait, hit a lil' bitch with the "Hold up" face
Hundred for the watch, still show up late
That intro drop, they go up straight, lit, it's lit
Get in my bag, start popping my shit
Just not on the 'Gram, I'm really a trip
Shorty real bad, she really a stick
She get on the jet, I'ma willie this bitch (Woah)
She was just fucking a lame
I'm giving her game, like Wallo, Gillie, and shit (Woah)
I just jumped off the plane
A milli' in cash, like Rylo, killing this shit (Woah)
Said he fucked my ho'
And I believed him, so I got rid of the bitch (See you)
Act like I ain't know her
And I'm so sneaky, I start spinning the bitch (Spinnin')
Spinarella, I want her and her friend together
Fuck her friend, I'ma hit her better
Just for disrespect, and I'ma get her jealous (Woah)
I'ma pass it, 'cause these niggas ratchet
Double-back and hit it off the [?] ashes, I ain't tripping
Seen 'em speaking and he counted peeping
And we been together, but I ain't hit it
Seen a Bugatti, a milli' in cash
I wanna say "Fuck it, though", I ain't get it
I do my numbers and run in my bag to the point that they can't even find niggas (Yeah)
I know niggas been sleeping on me, put 'em out, so I can admire niggas (Put 'em out)
Find out y'all niggas creeping on me, I'ma sit here through, come find niggas, on gang

Big slider (Rest in peace to Take', go get your switch, 'cause it ain't safe)
Big slider (Rest in peace to Take', go get your switch, 'cause it ain't safe)

done

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